Victoria.S.

New blog!

2010-07-13T23:58:00.000-07:00

Hi everyone!

Just wanted to let you know I have a new blog!!!

Hope everyone is great!

Stop by and say hi :)

Award. Winner.

2010-02-09T06:20:00.000-08:00

It has been fairly quiet around my little blog lately, and I am sorry for that, but school has taken over, really taken over. It is test after test, and if I'm not studying or testing, the magazine is surely there to take their place!!

Which leaves me very little time to blog but it is time to announce the winner of my first giveaway! :) Also, Julie Dao, over at Silver Lining passed along the Over the Top award to me!

The rules for this award: answer the following questions with only one word and pass along to five other bloggers.

Your cell phone: Bitty.

Your hair: Uncooperative.

Your mother: Pure.

Your father: Brave.

Your favorite food: Sushi.

Your dream last night: Forgotten.

Your favorite drink: Tea.

Your dream goal: Creator.

What room are you in: Bedroom.

Your hobby: Dreaming.

Your fear: Future.

Where do you see yourself in six years: Writing.

Where were you last night: Class.

Something you aren't: Neat.

Muffins: Pumpkin.

Wish list item: Books.

Where did you grow up: Miami.

Last thing you did: Type.

What are you wearing: Tank.

Your TV: Ignored.

Your pets: Quirky.

Friends: Irreplaceable.

Your life: Hidden.

Your mood: Peaceful.

Missing someone: Brother.

Vehicle: Dodge.

Something you aren't wearing: Shoes.

Your favorite store: Barnes.

Your favorite color: Black.

When was last time you laughed: Today.

Last time you cried: November.

Your best friend: Genuine.

One place you go to over and over: School.

Facebook: non-existing.

Favorite place to eat: Buffet.

I know most bloggers have received this award, so do not feel obligated to answer these questions or pass it along, it is just my way of saying that I think your blog is over the top :)

1) Tina Lynn
2) Eva
3) Kimberly Franklin
4) Emma Michaels
5) Kelly

Check out their blogs if you hadven't already, you won't be sorry you did!

For my giveaway I decided to reveal a decission that Drake has to make throughout Bloodstone, and I gave four different possible choices he could have made. So which choice did Drake make?

#4- He decides to stand alone.

Time to announce the winner!!!!

Congratulations Mary Campbell!!!!!
Email me your address and I shall send some addicting Nicholas Spark's your way!

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Have a wonderful Wednesday and wish me luck on my math test!

Drake.

2010-01-31T22:01:00.000-08:00

My curtain was slightly open and I stared at my backyard, noticing how the grass was a little overgrown in the large clearing, how the orange lights in the gazebo gave the green and white wood a porcelain look, and how the many trees appeared like gentle giants in the night. It was all so beautiful and tranquil.

I sighed, closing my eyes and allowing the flow of imagination wander within me and open doors that I never thought possible to open, then again, they have opened before, but for some reason, every time they open, I am left in awe, overwhelmed with excitement, sadness, and love.

His presence stood out in the clearing. I watched him sit by the large marble angel statue with his arms resting on his bent knees, his wild hair fell over his eyes and curled around his ears. His gray eyes resembled broken glass against his warm skin. His eyes shifted over to the large, thick trees and he stared at their still branches his mind wandering too.

I knew we were thinking the exact same thing in that exact moment. He was thinking of his life, the abnormality of it, the unexpected twists and turns, the people he loved, wanted to love, and could never love again.

I thought of his life as well. His story is so amazing, so real and genuine. I wanted with everything in me to be able to tell his story to others. To show everyone his goodness, what he went through and what is to come for him.

He stood and began to walk back to the house, his hands tucked away in his pockets, his head held up, his expression calm, peaceful.

In that second I knew that he trusted me. I knew he had faith in me to tell his story. Whether people love him or not, whether they understand and care is a chance I am willing to take with this story, because honestly, it is a great story.

It is a story that reveals the many forms of love, the truth about life and its absurdity, the evil that people can posses, freedom, and what some people will give up and sacrifice for others.

He stopped walking and smiled, turning one side of his lip up.

I smiled in return.

Just like that I dove into his story with his voice so clear it would have been impossible to miss a word.

Bloggers have you ever written a story that overwhelmed you and touched you in so many ways? Are you currently writing that story? Share your experience with me.

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P.S- Don't forget to check out my first contest giveaway!

Contest Giveaway!

2010-01-27T20:08:00.000-08:00

I have officially reached 100 followers!!! Big shiny smiles to that! In thanks I am holding a contest giveaway. The contest is simple: Drake is in a situation. He is given a string of choices choices and whoever picks the right choice( the choice he would make) will be entered into the contest.
How to get extra points?

3+ points if you're already a supporter of my blog, because I love you guys :)
1+ point if you become a supporter.
2+ if you blog about this contest.

I will use random.org to choose the winner.

So here is the situation:

I felt claustrophobic, stuck in between making a choice, one I never thought I would have to make. Franky's bright eyes were bold and the memory of his skin taking the beating over mine was overbearing and so real, like it was just yesterday. I could see him gritting his teeth as my father wrapped his hands around his thin throat, making his pale face flush a bruised purple. He told me to run, to leave... He took the pain for me, he always did. I could never repay him for all that he has done and he has never asked me to... I have a feeling he never will...

My growing feelings for Amber were alien but welcoming and inspiring, she made me see life in a different way, she made me wake up for different reasons, she taught me that there just might be something out there to believe in. And Amber's family-- Patrick and Mable took me in, sheltered me when my own family lacked that ability. All of them played a part in making me who I am. It is because of them that I am here. How could I make this choice? How could I choose between them? How could they make me choose?

*I understand the background information on why he has to chose is not given, just give it your best shot!* :)

So who does Drake decide to stand by?
1) His best friend who has stuck by him through his abusive childhood?
2) The girl he is slowly falling in love with?
3) The family that has taken him in when his own family was nowhere to be found?
4) Or, does he decide to stand alone, choosing neither because he simply can't.

Leave your answer in a comment below and be sure to let me know if you're already a supporter, if you became one and if you blogged about this contest!

The prizes?

Dear John, by Nicholas Sparks.

Description: An angry rebel, John dropped out of school and enlisted in the Army, not knowing what else to do with his life--until he meets the girl of his dreams, Savannah. Their mutual attraction quickly grows into the kind of love that leaves Savannah waiting for John to finish his tour of duty, and John wanting to settle down with the woman who has captured his heart. But 9/11 changes everything. John feels it is his duty to re-enlist. And sadly, the long separation finds Savannah falling in love with someone else. "Dear John," the letter read...and with those two words, a heart was broken and two lives were changed forever. Returning home, John must come to grips with the fact that Savannah, now married, is still his true love—and face the hardest decision of his life.

The Choice, by Nicholas Sparks.

Description: Travis Parker has everything a man could want: a good job, loyal friends, even a waterfront home in small-town North Carolina. In full pursuit of the good life -- boating, swimming, and regular barbecues with his good-natured buddies -- he holds the vague conviction that a serious relationship with a woman would only cramp his style. That is, until Gabby Holland moves in next door. Despite his attempts to be neighborly, the appealing redhead seems to have a chip on her shoulder about him...and the presence of her longtime boyfriend doesn't help. Despite himself, Travis can't stop trying to ingratiate himself with his new neighbor, and his persistent efforts lead them both to the doorstep of a journey that neither could have foreseen. Spanning the eventful years of young love, marriage and family, The Choice ultimately confronts us with the most heart wrenching question of all: how far would you go to keep the hope of love alive?

So there you go. Who doesn't love Nicholas Sparks? :)

The contest ends February 10th at 12pm.

Have a beautiful moment.

Awards!

2010-01-23T21:16:00.000-08:00

It has been a very happy place here on blogger with this happy award going around!! And guess what? It came around to my little blog space :) Big, shiny thanks to Bethany Mattingly (who also passed along the circle of friends award), Frankie, Tiana Lei, Karen Denise , Kelly, and Kristi for passing along this award to me.

I get to name ten things that make me happy and I decided to pass it along to ten other bloggers.

1) God makes me so very happy. Because of him I will never be alone and nothing will ever be impossible.
2) My family of course.
3) Isuet and Roy and Felix-- for always caring.
4) Music.
5) The escape books offer me.
6) My shiny laptop :)
7) Drake, for always listening.
8) My red journal which holds my deepest thoughts and brightest ideas.
9) Candles
10) Love. I used to not believe in love but now I see that love comes in so many different shapes and sizes. There are so many different forms of love and I think that I have found and experienced those forms and that makes me happy.

I would like to pass this award along to:

Isuet
Jade
Shannon Messenger
Simone Ogilvie
Julie
Tina Lynn
Mary Campbell
Grace
Katie Ganshert
Angie Kate

I hope this award brings a smile to your face.

There is one more award that was given to me by Michele Emrath. It is called the Writers Know Award, which is passed along to writers who have completed their MS. Even though my story still needs to be re-read so many times and edited, it still feels so good to be understood. It took a lot to write that story and I want to say thank you Michele for understanding!!!

If you haven't checked out these blogs you really should. These are some amazing and talented writers with a future we should all watch out for!

Have a lovely Sunday!

P.S- I reached 100 friends!!! Watch out for a giveaway soon!

Answers!!

2010-01-15T13:15:00.000-08:00

I have been incredibly busy these past few days with school, my college's magazine, and overcoming this pesky cold. It has been one hectic ride! Thank you for your warm wishes to get well, they helped, my cold is gone! I can finally smell and taste again!!! I received a lot of questions and all of them rocked, so here are the answers, enjoy!

Emma Michaels asked, What was the hardest part of writing Bloodstone?

Writing Bloodstone was a rush that never ended. It was an incredible release and relief for me to have it all out and down on paper. The scenes and words flowed easily but if I had to pick the hardest part it would definitely be capturing the essence of Drake's (my MC) best friend. He is a very important character, but he is tricky and difficult. I wanted to portray him perfectly, exactly how he is in my head. It was a bit of a task that I have yet to accomplish the way I want it to be.

Stephanie Thornton asked, What is your favorite indulgence?

Yikes. Well, a trip to Barnes and Noble really lifts my mood. Seriously, I can spend hours upon hours in there, order coffee and spend a few more hours. Long car rides relax me and help me think clearly, too. So it's a draw between Barnes and Noble and car rides.

Mary Campbell asked, I would like to know if you've been writing all of your life and if you're in college now?

I have been writing and telling stories since I can remember. When I was younger I would picture scenes in my head and write them down with illustrations and all! I am in my second year of college at Miami Dade. Next year I will be transferring to either UCF or FIU.

Kimberly Franklin asked, How's Drake doing? He's so...dreamy!

Drake is in the middle of a sticky situation but I will tell him you said hello :)

Candice asked, What was the first story you remember writing?

The first thing I ever wrote was a story titled, Miss Lady Bug. Miss Lady bug traveled through many magical lands in search of her Mr. Lady Bug. She found him in the end. I was around six when I wrote it and I still have it stashed away in my room.

Bish Denham asked, When did you start to write and why?

I started to write for pure fun because I liked to tell stories. I always had images in my head and Drake was always there, telling me his story, so I wrote it down. It was instinct in a way. It just always felt right to write.

Bethany Mattingly asked, My question is for Drake...If you could have the perfect day with one special person who would you choose and what would you do?

Amber and I used to spend our late afternoons and early Saturday and Sunday mornings in her tree house. We would read The Chronicles of Narnia all day. We would imitate the characters and then run in the yard, pretending we were in Narnia. I still laugh when I think about it, and even though that would be a perfect day, to go back in time with her, back to when things were better, even normal, it wouldn't be my first choice.

I would want to meet my mother. It doesn't matter where...just to be able to meet her. We wouldn't do much but talk and maybe have some of my questions finally answered by someone I hope that I can trust. Then, maybe take a trip to Narnia.

Tricia J. O'Brien asked, My question is for Drake: Did Victoria dream you or did you dream her? (Translation if I confuse you--when and how did Drake first enter your consciousness?)

Drake:I think we dreamed each other. It was like we were two magnets, pulling to find one another, to be intact, and when we finally came together, there was no force that could pull us apart.

Me: I don't remember when Drake first came to me. It was so long ago. I have journals from when I was younger filled with letters written to him and scenes where I write his life out. Almost every story I have written as a child, leading up to now, has him somewhere in there. He has been apart of me since I can remember, always talking to me and showing me his life, his story. I thank God for sending me him.

Natalie Bahm asked, What was your favorite book (or just one you really liked) in junior high school and why?

It would probably be Harry Potter. I was obsessed!

Kristi asked, My question is...where do you find all of the gorgeous artwork you post on your blog? I adore it...you always have something beautiful on here!

Photo bucket! :)

Kelly asked, What was the first concert you ever went to?

It was a Stevie Nicks concert in Vegas. She is so inspirational and original. I lover her music. It was my parents idea to go, though, I was pretty young but I still enjoyed her music and amazing performance.

Simone asked, fame or fortune?

Fortune. I would want to give back to my dad as a way of saying thank you, for giving me so much.

Julie Dao asked, What are the perfect conditions for you to write in? (i.e. setting, time, food, music)

When I sit down to write I always give myself a moment of silence to pray and connect with my characters before I dive into their lives. I can write anywhere but for some reason inspiration always hits when I am in my room with my door closed and a good song playing.

JM Diaz asked, What makes you want to buy a book? the cover? the author (name or picture)? the blurb?

I like to give authors a chance. I have my favorites but I like to explore new authors. I usually read the first chapter before I make a decision. If I am still hooked after the first chapter I buy it. A pretty cover helps, too :)

T. Anne asked, Do you have just one genre you want to stick to? If not what's the list?

I love YA. I can't see myself writing for any other genre.

Eva asked, Chocolate or vanilla?

Definitely vanilla!!

Arlee bird asked, Do you tend to remember your dreams and do they ever influence your writing?

I usually remember my dreams as soon as I wake up and throughout the day they vanish, start to slither away from my mind. There has been a couple of dreams that have influenced my writing in ways that still leave me in awe. I wrote a post about a dream where my MC visited me, you can read it here.

Diego Molano asked, Would you ever sacrifice the integrity of your story to land a major book deal?

No, I wouldn't. My story means too much to me and I couldn't do that to Drake.

Also, what do you want your cover to look like? I have a feeling a photograph sort of cover would be better than an illustration or painting no?

I have so many visions for my cover (if my book were ever to be published). I usually picture more of a photograph than an illustration or painting, but who knows? The possibilities in the future are endless!

Karen Hooper asked, What's your all time fav Blue October song? They are in my top 3 fav bands and I love that they are on your playlist.

I have to say Congratulations. I love that song. It always makes me smile and picture such invigorating, breath taking images in my head.

Thanks for all of your questions!! Have a happy Wensday :)

87 friends. Q&A!

2010-01-13T10:16:00.000-08:00

I am sick. My throat is all itchy and uncomfortable, oh, and let me not even get started on the runny nose. It is dreadful. The unusual 'cold' Miami weather is getting old and not doing me any good.

I was browsing through the blogs I follow and noticed at the top of my dashboard it said I had 87 friends (I hate to say followers, it sounds sort of wrong). I remember when I only had 3 or 4, so thank you to those who visit my blog, read my post, and comment! It brought a smile to my face and made the annoying cold a tad bit better.

In happiness of my fellow friends I want to host a Q&A. Where you can ask me questions on anything!! Or you can ask Drake a question or two, your choice.

Just leave your questions in a comment on this post and I/he shall answer away.

When I reach 100 followers I will hold a contest and do a giveaway! Choosing who wins will be the hardest part but I am anxious to give back in some way.

I hope you all have a sick-free day and for those of you who are experiencing warm weather, oh, lucky, lucky you!

Everyone wants to feel something - Drake

He was there.

2010-01-10T19:56:00.000-08:00

As I watched my brother walk through the doors of the airport I felt my eyes swell up, burn with hot tears. I felt a piece of me being taken away. I felt empty. A deep hollow hole dug itself up inside of me, spreading wherever it pleased. Having my brother come home for the Holidays is always fun, an exciting time. But watching him leave, go back to his 'home' is hard.

Too hard.

I sat in the back seat of my parents van and began to picture my characters and their story in my head. It was all i could do to stay calm, to force the tears away. I pictured Drake sitting at the dinner table, drinking tea. He was reading, A Study in Scarlet, one of his favorites. He would lick his lips every time he took a sip and his brows would pull in as he read.

When he would swallow his adam's apple would rise and fall. He would stop and look out the large window to the street, watch the leaves fall, the branches sway in the cold, unusual Miami wind. His dark blue shirt melted in with his russet skin, one hand clutching his book, the other his mug. His gray eyes flickered from the street, to the trees, to the pages of his book.

My heart swelled at the sight of him. I knew he was trying to ease my pain away and I clutched onto my glass vial necklace--the one with a special message inside, a secret message meant for him and I only. The hole inside me was still threatening to grow but slowly it filled. I felt myself healing as I held on to him.

Then I pictured him looking at me, smiling. His eyes curving at their edges. His cheeks burning a subtle red. Not once did he tear his gaze away and I allowed myself to look in his eyes.

I saw his goodness.
I saw that he was broken as well and that he needed me, too. It was comforting knowing I needed him and he needed me. It was as if we were a puzzle, each of us contained the pieces in order to stay complete, whole.

I pictured him the entire way home. I barely opened my eyes, for if I did, he would leave. As we pulled in to our driveway I knew I would have to let go, watch him vanish.

He nodded his head for me to go and I could see the promise in his storm filled eyes. Tiny sparks flickered within me and I felt the fire start to burn, sending a welcoming heat through my arms, hands, and chest.

My eyes opened and I walked quickly toward the front door. My hands fidgeted in my pockets, impatiently waiting for my dad to open the door.

I headed straight for the quiet, peaceful sanctuary of my room. I pulled out my laptop and just wrote. I wrote to keep the image fresh. I wrote to fight the pain away. I wrote for my brother. I wrote for Drake. I wrote for myself.

I was okay, Drake kept' his promise.

Bloggers, have your characters ever saved you emotionally? Were they there when you cried for help?

The only thing that makes any sense right now is you - Amber

Challenges.

2010-01-06T19:32:00.000-08:00

In this post I shall talk about the upcoming challenges in 2010 that I will take part in. NanoWrimo took over my November. I was writing everywhere and when I say everywhere, I mean EVERYWHERE!

In class.
At the dinner table.
In my room.
In the morning, as soon as I woke up.
At night, sometimes till the sun began to rise.
If I woke up during the night, I would write until I fell asleep.

I wrote insanely and loved, loved every minute of it! It was a crazy time but it was also a time where I found myself through my characters and discovered pieces of me that when put together completed me.

Now, the challenges don't end. There is the Debut Author Challenge, where we support debut authors by buying and reading their books. I think this challenge is worthy of a metal! Supporting debut authors is a fun way of saying well done to those authors who put in countless hours to make their book come to life. I listed my debut author list on the side of my blog.

The next challenge I am participating in is the Super Size me YA Book Challenge. Where I will read 75 YA books or more in a year. I can already picture myself diving into the stack of endless pages and imagination.

If any of you are taking part in these contest let me know. Leave me your list of debut authors and YA books you plan on reading.

One of my favorite quotes from the Twilight saga.

Beyond What We Know.

2010-01-05T19:47:00.001-08:00

As writers we are expected to write what we know and what we do not know. Think about it, everything our characters have gone through or will go through, have we gone through it? Not always.

So how we do write what we have never experienced?
How do we know how they feel if we have never felt what they feel?
How can we create what we have never seen?

The mind is a powerful tool, one that can do exactly this... Create.
Now sometimes we write what we do know, we feed off of emotions we have felt or feel, which leads to a very heartfelt piece, which is wonderful indeed.

It just amazes me how writers can write something that they have never seen, experienced, or heard.

How we escape this world, ourselves and everything normal and dive into a place created by our imagination and our deepest inner-selves is something special that we should all cherish and love.

Don't be afraid to see beyond this world.

Awards. Marriage.

2010-01-03T22:19:00.001-08:00

I really enjoyed reading everyone's scenes. You guys seriously rock! And of course, thank you for all of your warming comments and thank you Frankie for hosting the event!!!

Yesterday, during the midst of reading everyone's scenes I received two awards that I shall pass along this morning.

1) The Blogging Writer Award was given to me by Courtney Reese. Thank you Courtney!

I think Frankie deserves this award for giving us a day filled with excitement and steamy almost kisses.

2) Even though I already received the Honest Scrap Award, I would still like to give a big shiny thank you to Michele Emrath for passing it along to me!!

- Kimberly Franklin
- Bish Denham
- Simone Ogilvie

All three of you deserve this award!

Make sure to check out these blogs, they're some talented ladies here!!!

As some of you may already know, I am currently editing my WIP. The editing stage is a pesky one. It almost hurts me to cut out so many parts that I spent endless hours writing and to change idea's that I once thought were so fantastic.

Sigh.

My brother, George, gave me some much needed advice about this matter. He isn't a writer but he is an artist. He loves his work the same way I love my writing, so he understood when I told him how I felt about changing my story and the process of editing. His advice?

Don't get married to your piece.

I pondered on what he said and loved his simple, yet, brilliant advice. He is right. Sometimes as writers we grow close to our piece and think it is brilliant, that it needs no changes when really it does. We have to be willing to make changes, to adjust, to move on from a certain scene or even cut it out if needed.

We cannot marry our piece.

Since then, when I hit that angry little delete button or his best friend backspace, I think of my brother's advice and realize that this is needed, this will only get me closer to where I want to be.

So bloggers, is the editing process easy for you? Do you cut whatever needs to be cut without hesitation? Or does it take you awhile before pressing those annoying, yet needed buttons?

Change isn't always a bad thing. Let's trust our instincts and be willing to go in the direction our imagination takes us.

No Kiss Blogfest Scene

2010-01-01T22:08:00.000-08:00

I welcome the No Kiss Blogfest with open arms. Finally, it is January 2, 2010 and I can post my scene! I hope you enjoy reading Drake's moment. Thank you in advance for taking the time to read my scene! I can't wait to read all of your sure to swoon scenes :)

Things were happening-- unnatural, unexplainable things. I was beginning to question my sanity... until I saw him. His dark silhouette surfaced the animal in me. I felt the need to protect her and that feeling took over me. - Drake

My eyes shot open, darting to the French double doors that faced the yard. My curtain was drawn back slightly, allowing only a glimpse into the shadowy, green yard. I narrowed my view, oblivious to what made me look over there.

I felt a sudden unnatural, unexplainable paranoia—as if I was not alone. I swallowed, the saliva traveled slowly, roughly down my dry throat. My heart began to race as I began to walk toward the doors. The tile beneath me felt cold and there was no comfort there. I walked with a feeling hanging over me—something was out there.

I couldn’t explain the feeling but I just knew that another pair of eyes watched me. It was the same feeling from earlier this afternoon, the same eerie, unwelcoming stare I felt eating at me.

My hand touched the white curtain and without thinking I yanked it to where I could see the entire yard. My eyes searched feverishly, the pool was lucid, the clearing smooth and lonely, the gazebo empty, and the swing set creaked back and forth in the wind.

I let out a sigh, allowing the curtain to fall back in place. Was I going insane? It could be the stress building up into this veil of uncertainty, but something inside me told me otherwise. I had this gut feeling that something was behind these glass doors but reality proved otherwise. I went over into the hall, ready for a steaming cup of tea.

Rounding the hall into the dimly lit kitchen she caught me off guard. I paused behind the swinging kitchen door that was left ajar. She was leaning against the kitchen counter, stirring her drink—which let out strings of smoke—with a spoon. Her hair was loose and I took in her black and white striped pajama pants and white tank top.

She turned suddenly, her eyes meeting with mine as she pressed her lips into a thin line, her brows pulled together, her lips parted ready to speak—but she said nothing and neither did I.

Our eyes held their lock for seconds as I walked toward the cupboard above the sink, retrieving a red mug. I poured some of the boiling water she prepared and her hand hung in front of me with a tea packet, flavored peppermint bliss.

I dropped the packet into my mug, pulling at the string, watching the packet float up and down again into the water. She mimicked me.

“Amber,” I said without noticing. My words came so smoothly, knowingly, like a rehearsed script that had been written by my subconscious.

She looked at me, her eyes narrowing.

“Amber, I, please, just let…” My mind went blank, completely black as her hazel eyes searched my face for understanding.

“I am here, just know that,” I said and her eyes turned down slightly as she twisted her gaze to the floor again. I did my best to breathe evenly, to gather myself as I waited for her to say something.

She looked up at me and her face was only inches from mine. Her eyes were like nightfall, completely empty, yet, I saw a bit of light in them and I wished with everything that I was the reason for that light. Her lips parted and her face came closer. Her nose graced mine and my body shot hot. Our foreheads touched and we leaned on one another as my neck boiled; my ears sizzling with flecks of fire. I lifted my hand and cupped her jaw within my trembling fingers.

She sighed and I pulled her closer. It was overwhelming having her so close. It was more than just lust, it was our childhood together, it was growing up side by side, it was battling relationships and love together, it was having her here when no one else was near, it was her friendship—her loyalty and goodness that lured me in. I rubbed my face against hers and her hands gripped my elbows, pulling me in.

I had always felt like I had a hole dug up inside of me somewhere—never being able to fill it up. Amber located the half of me that was incomplete and little by little was throwing herself in, filling me up. Our lips were only inches away and I was going in for what I wanted, selfishly I was taking her all for myself.

I stopped. Her eyes shot open as her body stiffened at the sight of my bulging eyes. My palms began to sweat and I felt a shrill of ice flow through me, draining the color from my face. A dark figure—the same one from the other night, lurking behind the tree—ran through the hall behind her and into the back of the house. Her hands gripped my elbows harder.

“Drake, what is it?”

Critique group. No Kiss Blogfest.

2010-01-01T15:28:00.000-08:00

I have been super busy the past couple of days with New years and all, so forgive me for not wishing you a Happy New Years.

Happy New year everyone!

2010 is going to be a great year for all of us. I just know it. I hope you had a lovely New years spent with family and friends.

I will make this post quick because I have to help mother with dinner (ravioli and meatballs), so therefore I want to announce that Kelly, over at Kelly's Compositions and I are starting a critique group. Were looking for two other members to join( we're thinking a four person group would be just right).

Some traits we are looking for in a group are the following:

1) Write YA

2) Beta each others work.

3)Celebrate when things go well, console when they don't.

4)Critique with honesty.

If you are interested, contact one of us.

Tomorrow is the official No Kiss Blogfest!!!! Hosted by Frankie Writes!!! I will be participating and I am extremely excited to read every single one of your scenes. Last time they were all so good, i can only imagine these!!

Have a lovely night.

Thank you.

2009-12-29T23:28:00.000-08:00

I am ready for 2010.

2009 was a great year but not the best for me. I am ready for it to be over and ready to start new. Its almost refreshing, knowing that the new year is so close, that I beat every obstacle 2009 threw at me.

Enough with the new year, the point of this post is that I want to say thank you. Thank you to all of you who have cared enough to read my blog, to comment on my questions and ideas, it means more than you know. I was skeptic about starting a blog at first, not knowing really what would come out of it but I am glad I did. I have met some promising writers who's words have touched me and inspired the heck out of me.

I can honestly say that every writer I have met on here has promise, has a future in the publishing world. I believe in all of you, I really do, and I wish you all the best in 2010.

I know we will all make it. You know why?

Because we love to write. It is so wonderful to be surrounded by people who have the same passion for writing as I do.

For the first time I feel like someone understands my dream, so thank you again, for caring and understanding.

Everything is possible. Nothing is out of our reach, if we just believe.

Title.

2009-12-29T00:38:00.000-08:00

In this post I shall tackle the subject of choosing a title for your book.

I find it to be very, very difficult. My current title was Amber but I decided to change the title to Blood Stone--which stands for protecting against all evil, which fits the theme of my book perfectly.

I wonder, are authors ever permanently happy with their title? Or are they always second guessing it, even after it is published. I want to be more than content with my title and right now I am. I wanted a title that resembled my MC's purpose and Bloodstone gives me that satisfaction.

Some questions to think about...

What inspires a title? A character? A place in the story? A song? A line? A scene? Maybe all of these things?

So tell me, what inspired your title? Are you happy with it? Are you still indecisive about it?

Also, what do you guys think, which is a catchier title, Amber or Bloodstone?

The night was strange, almost alien. I felt them watching me; their whispers were carved into the center of my thoughts, haunting me in my wake and sleep. I felt the urge to flee but something kept me here, made me stay where danger lived. I knew that something was her.
- Drake

Award. Dilemma.

2009-12-27T23:16:00.000-08:00

The lovely Mireyah Wolfe passed along the Circle of Friends Award to me (thank you Mireyah!) The rules for this award are to list five things about myself and to past it along to other bloggers. I am not sure how many but I chose five gals who's comments have seriously touched me and kept me going in this crazy writing world.

1. Mary over at Writers Butt Does Not Apply To Me
2. Tina over at Sweet Niblets
3. Isuet over at Little Pieces Of me
4. Kate Ganshert
5. Tricia J. O'brien over at Talespinning

As for listing five things about myself, I decided to list five things that I look forward to in 2010.

1. Creative Writing II class
2. Editing the heck out of my WIP.
3. Completing my debut author and 100 books challenge
4. Quit smoking
5. conquering my fear of the ocean.

Yes, I am definitely looking forward to 2010!

Now, for the not so exciting part of this post...

I came across a dilemma while editing the second chapter of my current WIP. Not a huge dilemma, but here is the problem...I am stuck.

Stuck. Stuck. Stuck. I love chapter one but chapter two is making me go a tad nuts. It is probably my slowest chapter, not much happens. I know I need to make the pace move faster but I am coming up blank. I was thinking of maybe moving on to another chapter and letting this one sit for awhile.

Sigh.

What about you bloggers? If your stuck do you move on or stay and tackle that pesky chapter?

This picture lifted my spirits, reminding me that even in the deepest, darkest corners of the world, light can shine.

Guess what?

2009-12-26T19:43:00.000-08:00

Guess what I received for Christmas? A laptop! My very first laptop!!! It is shiny, sleek, and a midnight blue shade!!! Please, understand my use for so many exclamation points, I am super excited!!!!

My Christmas was fabulous and I hope yours was just as wonderful--filled with gifts and family moments that are irreplaceable. Since I received my new laptop I have been editing like a mad woman on way too much caffeine. It has been pure bliss, spending so much time with Drake and my other characters in a world so fascinating, so haunting I never want to leave.

I was up way past midnight last night, writing, cutting, reading, just completely enveloped in his life. I have been lost in another Universe not known to others. It has been pure bliss around here.

I have been thinking of which scene to choose for the No Kiss Blogfest. I have a few in mind and I am extremely excited to share with all of you my chosen scene, not to mention I can't wait to read yours!

I am anticipating the New Year and what it will bring. It is an exciting time isn't it? Putting away the old and starting with the new, closing certain doors and opening new ones. It is a time I relish and take in with arms wide open.

I will go back to my editing now, Drake is whispering times that I must create.

Have a lovely night.

Beneath it all I was hooked, helplessly tied into a million knots. Part of me wanted to break free, but a stronger part, a more dominate part told me to stay hooked on her
- Drake

How was your Christmas? What exciting gifts did you receive? Are you anticipating the new year?

Kissing day. Award.

2009-12-22T22:28:00.000-08:00

I can't get over how much I enjoyed Official Kissing Day Blogfest! It was a fantastic idea, thank you Sherrinda, for hosting the fest. I want to say thank you to everyone who read my scene and for your thoughtful, uplifting comments. You spun my day into bundle of blissful braids and brightened my night. Thank you. It is almost sad that Kissing day is over...

The romantic, dreamy scenes are over...

Actually, they aren't! Frankie, over at Frankie Writes, is hosting the No Kiss Blogfest! It will take place on January, 2, 2010! We shall post our almost kissing scenes. You know, the ones where you hold your breath, wait while clutching the pages of your book, hoping for them to kiss, but then they don't!

I can already feel the sweet tension in these upcoming scenes! I can't wait! Well done, Frankie!

I am prepared to be swooned once again by all of my fellow blogger friends.

The sweet Natalie Bahm has passed along the Kreativ Blogger award to me. Thank you Natalie! The rules for this award are that I pass it along to seven other followers and list at least seven things about myself.

1) I prefer tea over coffee.

2) I feel overwhelmed just by holding Wuthering Heights in my hands.

3) I write better at night than during the day.

4)I have a thing for Hot Pockets.

5) I sometimes talk to my characters, literally.

6) Possums scare me.

7) I admire the brave.

These seven gals really deserve this award, even though most of them already have this award. It was difficult to find bloggers who didn't already have this award, but regardless theses gals rock and I absolutely love their blogs!

1) Stephanie Thornton
2) Julie
3) Julie Dao
4) Jenn Johansson
5) Karen Denise
6) Gael Wynne
7) Bethany

Be sure to stop by their blogs and show them some holiday spirit. I probably won't be blogging for the next few days, due to the holidays, but I want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a happy, happy New Year!

Of course, a picture to wish all of you a swooning, special Christmas.

Official Kissing day Blogfest Scene!

2009-12-20T21:52:00.000-08:00

Finally, it is Monday and I am allowed to post my scene. I hope you enjoy it and please bare with me, for it is still in the editing process. Before I post, Drake would like to share something with you...

The event that has occurred made my life take a turn, that I have yet to figure out if it was right or wrong. It was a difficult time and confusion played a big part in my decisions, for they were all based on impulse. Some may question my suddenness but I lack the answers. This is what happened, it was out of my control and beyond my expectations. A part of me does not regret what happened, another speaks otherwise. If my story shall ever come to an end, maybe I will know then, till then, I can only continue on with what I know... and that is that everything I acted upon was based on a love stronger than usual.

- Drake.

The still water appeared like a mirror, reflecting thousands of orange and white strands of light. The heavy set moon bore over our heads, its weight felt present above me, like a protector against all that was wrong lately. Our shoes were tucked half way under the sand by the misshapen rocks, the wind was picking up and I shut my eyes, enjoying the breeze layering over my skin.

"If Melody and you couldn’t make things work, well then, how will I ever make things work with Aaron?” it was more of a statement than a question. She was silent as her fingers played with the sand, gathering portions, allowing them to slip through her fingers; I mimicked her, not wanting to admit that I lacked the answer for her cold statement. The thought of Melody pressed hard onto my shoulders, it was a difficult weight to carry, a weight I was not fit to carry.

Amber stood and walked over to the water, her skin glowed in the bone white light of the moon, and she appeared almost translucent, like a gentle ghost haunting to soothe a wounded human soul. She dipped her toe into the water and pulled it back, shivering from the ice feel of the water.

I smiled and it wasn’t forced. I held that smile, for I had missed feeling the sudden urge to smile. It had not come lately but she brought it back, she made me feel normal.

I walked over to her and we stood only inches away from one another, the distance between us was difficult to ignore and I felt a pull towards her, one that was almost uncontrollable. We were both experiencing a new race of pain and testing the waters of the helpless. It was comforting in a way, to stand here with her, to understand her, to understand one thing at all. She looked up at me from under her full-brown lashes and I caught her gaze. I wanted to tear away but it was the impossible that I was battling against.

Everything in her shy eyes was a reflection. I saw my pain mirrored, my confusion laid out, my sudden urge…

It was a peculiar feeling, especially for me to feel toward Amber.

Then, something changed in her eyes, they twisted into a sort of worry and my face like a mirror shot back the same gaze. I knew why she was afraid, because I had once feared the same thing. I felt her slipping away, coming to her senses, ready to back away, but I felt myself drifting away from common sense and lurking into the light of the shadows that were forbidden.

She was forbidden.

She began to turn, so I acted on impulse, grabbing her face in between my hands, my veins pulsated and my grip was strong but gentle against her white skin. She looked up at me with such wanting but terror at the same time.

My lips pressed against hers; parting in such sync it was rhythmical. My body shot into a welcoming heat, like sitting next to a blazing fire. She didn’t fight my touch; she surrendered into what we had both been denying for such a long time. We had both been fighting the inevitable of our being together, the forbidden love everyone around us has set.

Her fingers pulled at the tips of my hair and our hips pressed together. My head grew dizzy and my breathing was as rapid as hers. We were finally on the same page with one another, and I begged for it not to turn, or for it to end. My chest rubbed against hers and the heat inside of me rose, skyrocketed, making the back of my neck hot and my face a bright red. No matter how hard I held her, pressed against her, it wasn’t satisfying enough. I was a camel in the dessert, continuously thirsting for her.

Her hands loosened around my boiling neck and she pulled away, I could tell it hurt her to part from the way she stared at me. Her lower lip trembled and just like that, her eyes broke away from mine and she ran… leaving her shoes still tucked under the sand and breaking free from my presence in total.

I wanted to scream her name, wanted to run, but I just stood there. I could still feel her body close to mine. Her vanilla ginger scent lingered on my shirt and the pain swelled within me, suffocating my mind. Everything lately came pouring down on me like a possessed rainfall. Between Melody and I ending our four year relationship, the suddenness of my best friend’s lies, the strange, unexplainable disappearances, I felt my sanity drifting. Everything was creeping into the center of my mind.

I couldn’t put into sense what had just happened. I couldn’t explain anything that was suddenly occurring. I didn’t understand my sudden love for Amber. I had no answers but only questions.

Nothing made any sense. Love didn’t make sense. Maybe this isn’t love, but I’m certain it is. I am not an expert at love, but I can tell the difference between this overwhelming feeling, this over the top battle between sensibility and reasoning, from other numb controllable feelings. Love is irrational, unstable, and without reason or argument, the best thing I have ever invested my time on.

I know it is a bit long, but a thank you in advance to whoever reads it. I can't wait to read all of yours!

Allow yourself to explore the forbidden grounds of love.

Official Kissing Day Blogfest link.

2009-12-20T13:19:00.000-08:00

If you're participating in the Official Kissing Day Blogfest (which you really should), head over to Sherrinda's blog and post your Official Kissing Day Blogfest link! So we could all read your sure to swoon scene.

I already have my scene picked out! It is one of my favorite scenes from my current WIP. And of course, I can't wait to read all of yours. This is so very exciting!

I wish this post were longer or filled with a million inspiring and pretty things but Christmas is in five days and I am rather busy with holiday things and writing, but tomorrow I will be back with my scene :)

I found this picture, it reminded me of my dream and I had to share it with you. I hope it inspires you and may you find something that will bring your scene to life.

Win these.

2009-12-18T20:48:00.000-08:00

Books! Books! Books!

Oh, ah, those look tempting...

So do these!

A mystery ARC also sounds rather tempting.

Want them? Got to have them? Head over to Cindy's blog and enter for a chance to win!

Also, I am seriously excited for Mondays Official Kissing Day Blogfest! I get to share with all of you a steamy kissing scene from my current WIP! Not to mention I can't wait to read other scenes from other bloggers!

Are you participating in Mondays fanciful blogfest?

Good night.

Award.

2009-12-17T11:04:00.000-08:00

Tina Lynn over at Sweet Niblets ( go over to her blog, listen to her magical musical player, seriously, you know you want to!) granted me the One Lovely Blog Award! I smiled like a child for about a minute and did my little happy dance, then I decided to spend time with my older brother, George, who had just arrived from California for the holidays.

We planted ourselves on the dinner table and stayed up talking, laughing, and catching up till 6am (something I rarely, rarely do). I spilled all of the details on how my writing was going and he filled me in about his most artwork and how he scored a gallery show! I couldn't be more proud of him!

If you would like to see some of his artwork, go on over to his place.

It felt so nice just to have him back. I have a feeling this Christmas is going to be extra special :)

Okay, on to the award...What a beauty! Time to pass it on...

1) Mireyahwolfe- her blog Crimson ink has spunk and entertaining posts that I tend to read often. I mean just her name, Mireyah Wolfe, pretty much rocks.

2) Kelly- her blog, Kelly's Compositions, definitely deserves the One Lovely Blog award. Go see for yourself!

3) Angie Kate- her blog title, Always write, is the definition of a writers job. Her posts always make me smile and I love her fun apple story. Check her out!

I tend to keep my promise on posting pictures of the very special (well, at least to me) lake that plays a huge part in my MC's life very, very soon!

And of course, I must leave you with a picture which I hope will take you away into a world where anything is possible, where imagination is honored and awed, where flying is an everyday kind of thing, and where dreams spiral into reality.

Tell me, what is going to make your holidays special this year?

I have been tagged.

2009-12-16T17:54:00.000-08:00

Tricia J. O'Brien tagged me, so now I shall surrender to these questions with my hands raised in the air, and then tag five other bloggers!

1) What's the last thing you wrote? What's the first thing you wrote that you still have?

I am currently working on my novel, titled Amber. To read more about Amber, scroll down, shift your eyes to the right of my blog, and read the rather long description under a Tiny Glimpse of Amber.

The first thing I ever wrote was a story titled, Miss Lady Bug. Miss Lady bug traveled through many magical lands in search of her Mr. Lady Bug. She found him in the end. I was around six when I wrote it and I still have it stashed away in my room.

2) Write poetry?

I have... I love poetry and wish that I was better at it.

3) Angsty poetry?

Definitely. However, that stays inside the pages of my personal journal, safe and sound.

4) Favorite genre of writing?

I am addicted to Paranormal Romance and Urban Fantasy.

5) Most annoying character you've ever created?

I love all of my characters, but to be fair, I must say my MC's father will rack your brain and continue on till you pull your hair out. Just don't get the wrong idea, there is more to him than meets the eye.

6) Best plot you've ever created?

I am currently working on it.

7) Coolest plot twist you've ever created?

I recently created a pretty sick (not deranged sick) plot twist that had me up till the darkest hours of the night, constantly heading back to the kitchen to refill my coffee mug. I take my coffee straight with only a tiny bit of soy milk, oh, and whip cream. How could I forget the whip cream, yum.

8) How often do you get writer's block?

Not often, rarely actually. My MC is a tough man to hush up.

9) Write fan fiction?

Never have and most probably never will. I am way to caught up in my own world.

10) Do you type or write by hand?

I prefer to type. However, in class when I should be taking notes or paying close attention to whatever the professor is going on about, I write by hand in whatever notebook I have with me that day. Then, when I get home, I am groaning the fact that I have to review whatever I missed.

11) Do you save everything you write?

Yes, I have different files for everything I write.

12) Do you ever go back to an idea after you've abandoned it?

Oh, this has happened many times.

13) What's your favorite thing you've ever written?

When I reached the age of eight or nine, everything I wrote was about my MC, so it's all pretty much a tie.

14) What's everyone else's favorite story you've written?

I once wrote this short story for my lovely best friend, Isuet. A lot of people seemed to like that one.

15) Ever written romance or angsty teen drama?

I write plenty of romance and teen drama. There is something about romance mixed with a teens first dilemmas in life that pull me in.

16) What's your favorite setting for your characters?

His comfort place, which is a lake close to his home.

17) How many writing projects are you working on right now?

My novel and a short story for my college's magazine, Cafe Cultura.

18) Have you ever won an award for your writing?

I have never won an award, but one of my poems, Sunny Girl, was published in a collection of poems by American league of poets. Another poem, Kathy, was published in my College's magazine.

19) What are your five favorite words?

I don't have a favorite word, but if I had to choose five...
Irrevocable. Possible. Whisper. Night. Strange.

They are simple, but there is a story behind each one of these words.

20) What character have you created that is most like yourself?

My MC's love interest, Amber.

21) Where do you get your ideas for your characters?

They come from many different places and people in my life, especially my home.

22) Do you ever write based on your dreams?

Sometimes, or I will take pieces from my dreams and play with them in my writing.

23) Do you favor happy endings?

I enjoy unexpected endings with a twist.

24) Are you concerned with spelling and grammar as you write?

If I come across a mistake, I fix it. I think every writer is somewhat concerned with their spelling or grammar.

25) Does music help you write?

I cannot write without listening to music, even when I blog. I am currently listening to Paramore, When It Rains.

26) Quote something you've written. Whatever pops in your head.

I think I will let Drake take it from here...

I suddenly understood Hamlet as if I was him, battling a never ending string of choices that hung way above my head, completely out of my reach.

Julie, over at The Climb.
Kelly, over at Kelly Compositions.
Vero, over at Vero's Writing Journey
Bethany, over at Aspirations
Ellie, over at Matter of the Heart

Guess what? You're it! Be sure to check out these ladies blogs and their insanely great posts!

Thank you Tricia J. O'brien for tagging me! It has been fun! Be sure to take a visit to her blog!

My brother should be arriving from California soon for the holidays ( I am very excited), so I will leave you all with a picture that will hopefully brighten up your night and send a flutter of light dancing through you.

Remember, nothing is impossible.

I visited him.

2009-12-15T15:32:00.000-08:00

My thoughts were roaming the night as I gripped onto my steering wheel and let the easy melody of my favorite Matt Kearney song fill the car. I was driving past the lake (which I will be taking pictures of soon to show all of you) that plays a loving, special part in my story when something inside me told me to stop. I parked the car on the curb of the road, with the feeling still tugging at me inside.

I sat on the vintage green bench placed right where the large bulky rocks rise and fall strongly. My previous dream came to mind, only now the wind was picking up, rustling the leaves on the cracked sidewalk and the moon was full, but nowhere near as large and orange as in my dream. The sky was pitch black dressed with tiny white specks, but I could still picture the hazy red foam covering the sky as if it were there, curling itself around me.

I slipped off my sandals and walked through the mushy gray sand to where I remember him standing, staring off into the vast blackness. My toes curled under the layers of cold sand and I stared out placing my hands in my pockets just as he did. I wondered what he felt when he stared out onto the water, and if his fingers fiddled with the keys in his pocket or were they still. How many times did he blink? Was his jaw relaxed or was this beautiful view so powerful he slightly clenched it?

The water was still and appeared as a mirror with rays of light stretching across in endless time.

I closed my eyes and whispered his name. Taking in deep breaths, picturing him here with me.
I replayed my dream, watching him stand exactly where I was standing now, and I felt insanely close to him, so close it was unreal. The wind continued to pick up and I felt detached from this world, I felt like he was a part of me and I was a part of him.

It was a sensational experience, feeling him there, replaying the glimpse I got of him in my dream over and over again, begging for it to never fade.

As I slipped on my sandals again, I looked back one last time and said hello, instead of good-bye, because this is only the beginning for him and I.

For Drake and I.

How about you? Have you ever visited a place in your story and felt your character there with you? Was it a remarkable feeling or was it frightening? Tell me, I would love to hear your experience.

The Ocean and the publishing world.

2009-12-14T08:35:00.000-08:00

Has anyone ever asked you what your biggest fear is? I bet they have. Some people say spiders, roaches, the dark...

Mines is the ocean.

I know, I know, what a beautiful thing to be afraid of. The ocean is mystical and wondrous with its silent or crashing waves, unique creatures that live within it, and shiny multi-color sea shells.

See the problem is not the waves or shiny shells, but the creatures who are unique and exotic and so complex that live within the other world so close to ours.

To be specific...sharks.

Ever since I saw Jaws as a young one I have been terrified of the ocean. I mean the idea of Sharks sends me into a frenzy. I have always wanted to over come my fear of sharks and its home the sea, but the moment I step into the water and the translucent blue floats over my feet, the teeth and the massive fish come into mind and I step back onto the sand once again.

I want to overcome this fear, greatly. I want to be able to swim and enjoy the big blue. So I'm taking baby steps in overcoming this fear, because I am not going to allow it to determine what i can or cannot do.

The ocean is so vast it is almost like the world of publishing. It can be exhilarating and inspiring but it can also be terrifying and drowning. Being published is a fear all writers have at least once in some point in time of their career.

Some of us overcome that fear and challenge ourselves by diving in and swimming further into the deep blackness where we cannot see but only feel, others stay on the shore and watch the powerful waves crash and only wonder what is in there.

I do not want to be the one that stays on the shore forever.

I want to dive and swim, learn and grow, overcome my fear and challenge myself.

So as I am taking baby steps in overcoming my fear of the ocean I will continue to write and not allow the publishing world to frighten me.

What about you bloggers? What is your biggest fear? Does it resemble the publishing world? Are you afraid of staying on the shore forever?

Awards.

2009-12-12T09:46:00.000-08:00

A quick post just to say thank you to Bethany over at ASPIRATIONS for my Picasso award ( the pretty blue one with funky flowers) It is lovely. Be sure to check out her inspiring and seriously entertaining posts.

Also a great big thank you to Angie Kate over at Always write for my Superior Scribbler award. Be sure to checkout her cute posts revealing why the apple has stayed with her after all.

Thank you Thank you!!

I already passed on the Superior Scribbler award but I would like to pass along the Picasso award to all of my wonderful followers. You guys rock.

Holding the sun is not impossible.

2009-12-12T09:05:00.000-08:00

I can feel that peculiar feeling inside of me sometimes, roaming and resting within me. Sometimes it is so overwhelming that I need to breathe aloud, sometimes it is so painful where I cry.

It is the feeling of being overwhelmed.

Somethings in life seem out of reach, impossible to get to. Well, I am here to tell everyone that nothing is impossible.

Nothing.

How can it be ? In the past our grandfathers and their grandfathers thought things were impossible for their generation, but look at us now. Look at what wondrous things our world has created, look at what we are capable of. Anything is possible with the right amount of faith and determination.

From time to time we feel as if we will never get anywhere, that our story will never live inside a hard-bound cover, forever on off-white pages, or see the light in another readers eyes.
We all get discouraged.

Why do we? Because it is difficult, stressful, maybe even painful? It is, but it is also warming, exhilarating, and very overwhelming. Writing a story is a beautiful thing and as I am writing this post I picture his gray eyes in my mind, nodding his head, urging me tell you that it will all work out.

Every single story is special, unique in every shape and form. Every story has its own plot, setting, and characters. Oh, the characters. They are what make the story its own. They are the heart of the story, they continue to work and beat to keep it alive.

If they took the time to tell us their story, to have patience while we write, back space and re-write, then why will we not have patience with them while they tell us their story?

If they gave us the benefit of the doubt by choosing us to write their life story why would we not give them the benefit of the doubt that others will be touched by their life?

We have to trust our characters the way they trust us and tell us everything. We must believe in our story if we want others to believe in it. We must continue to fight against the hardships of life since it fights against us.

Nothing is impossible. Some may say I live in a fairy-tale believing this way but I believe life can be a fairy-tale if we want it to be. We can create whatever we wish out of our life. We can accomplish anything and everything. So for those of you who are like me, who get discouraged form time to time, just breathe and believe.

Believe in your story.
Believe in your characters.
Believe in yourself.

We will make it because each and every story deserves a chance.

What about you bloggers? Ever get discouraged? Do you believe that nothing is impossible? Am I right or am I a fool? Do you believe in your characters and your story?

May your day shine and please give your charcters a warming hug, they deserve it.

He visited me in my dreams.

2009-12-09T19:51:00.000-08:00

Before sleep overtakes me I whisper for dreams that will take me away into the world of my WIP, where I can see my MC. Actually see him and experience the life that I am currently creating with him.

Many mornings I had awoken and tried to remember my dreams but I had come up blank. Not a single one that I remembered contained him or my special world. I was disappointed and felt very alone but something inside of me told me not to give up. I am a big believer in the impossible and I tend to fight whatever fights against me. So I couldn't stop wishing, it is not my nature.

I crawled into bed last night and I said my wish, thinking what the heck? What do I have to lose?

I saw him clearly, so incredibly vivid. He was standing by the lake that plays such a huge role in my story, staring out into a blood red night sky. The moon was unrealistically large and tinted orange from the red smoky haze. He didn't notice me but I noticed him. His coal gray eyes were wondrous and lost as he stared out at the black water. I could feel his presence, so real, so beautiful.

He had his hands in his pockets and his hair never moved for there was no wind. Everything was completely still. I didn't say anything and he didn't either. It was a silence well appreciated and loved.

I woke up and cried. The feeling after seeing him was indescribable and so unreal. I knew then that I have to finish this story for him. He has been in my mind all day, his voice clearer than ever. The crazy part is that I feel like he felt my presence. Even though we were silent, I have this hunch he felt me there and that he was just as happy and speechless as I was.

It was a great dream, one I will never forget. Hopefully he will visit me in my dreams again. I will wait for him every night.

What about you? Have you ever had a dream with your characters where they left you in awe from how real they seemed? Do you ever wish to dream about them?

Goodnight. May you all dream about wondrous possibilities, for nothing is impossible.

Award and some wings, please.

2009-12-09T13:43:00.000-08:00

Thank you Kelly for my Superior Scribbler Award! Kelly is new to the blogging world but I absolutely love her posts. You must go read her blog, follow her, stalk her!

I shall spread the love by passing this award along to five other bloggers.

Jade, who is simply hilarious and gives Aussie's such a good name they should give her an award or something of that sort.

Tina Lynn over at Sweet Niblets. I love her blog with it's fun posts and inspiring music player.

Bethany once again! Have you read her recent post on query letters? The girl is a genius!

Mary over at Writer's Butt Does Not Apply To Me. The moment I stumbled across her blog I was hooked. Her title never fails to make me smile and her posts are always welcoming and warm.

Ellie Kings over at Matter of the Heart. Her most recent post made me cry and gave me a shimmer of faith that was much needed.

These gals are inspiring and their blogs resemble that through their enlightening posts, so be sure to check them out.

I will be back later on tonight to post.

It is finals week for me and I'm currently pulling out my hair and avoiding my monster of a text book titled Social Sciences.

I'll leave you with a picture that made me wish I had wings.

Children and their magical innocence.

2009-12-07T20:31:00.001-08:00

A beauty that is so subtle and sincere is the innocence of a child. Everything amazes them, they are so curious-continuously seeking for answers on the simplest matters, naive to the world and its cruel ways. They live in their own fantasy made up world where anything is possible...

Riding unicorns is an everyday kind of thing.

Making mud pies are so much better than eating real ones.

Your tree house is your castle and you are the ruler of your backyard.

Counting stars never seems to bore you.

Juice and cookies always make you smile.

Nothing is impossible and the power of imagination has no limit- you are the ultimate super hero.

Being a child is such a beautiful experience, I cry internally (sometimes externally) for the children who are cheated out of a childhood, having to grow up too fast. I never want to grow up completely. Sometimes I wish to still be naive and believe that I am the ultimate super hero, who can battle the writing world and its difficulties. Growing up is scary and I tend to catch myself sometimes wishing to be just like Mr. Peter Pan, but then I wonder if I hadn't grown...

Would I be who I am today? Probably not. I guess growing up isn't a bad thing in any sense, my only wish is to forever have a piece of the child I used to be within me. To keep her as a souvenir, a memorable keepsake.

I'll place her in a glass vial and seal her tight.

My love for the innocent is why my heart is in the hands of YA stories, because I love seeing the young, the 'first' timers, the ones who are battling life with a cape on their back.

What about you bloggers? Do you ever miss your childhood and wish that you can be more like Mr. Pan? Have you enjoyed growing and learning, dealing with life and its difficulties? Do you try to keep a piece of that child with you?

Award.

2009-12-06T18:28:00.000-08:00

My very first blog award has been given to me by Jade. I absolutely love her blog and never leave there without a good laugh or a clever line of hers lingering in my head. So thank you Jade! You rock. Go check out her blog!

I guess I have to list ten things about myself, so here it goes...ten wicked facts about me!

1) My big brother, George, is my hero.

2) I am in love with my MC.

3) I am fascinated with hot air balloons.

4) I love vintage leather journals.

5) I am the editor in chief of my college's literary magazine.

6) I have a thing for men with big noses.

7) I pray very often.

8) Butterflies, owls, and fawns are my kind of animals.

9) I love the smell of pumpkin and vanilla.

10) I have a guilty pleasure for red velvet cupcakes.

I want to pass this award along to five of my followers who seriously rock in the blogging world!

Natalie Bahm, her blog is filled with heartwarming posts which share the true fears and aspirations of her writing career.

Bethany Mattingly, her blog is a great read and her comments always make me smile :)

Kat O'Keeffe, who continues to share her journey in growing as a writer.

Sarah, who has the best teaser Tuesdays!

Karen Hooper, her blog always inspires me and I honestly cannot wait to read The Kindrily!

I hope everyone has a simmering sweet night and may you all dream about Paris and shooting stars.

Dreams here and beyond.

2009-12-05T10:55:00.000-08:00

We all dream. Some of our dreams might remain in this realm, this world, others may stretch beyond the possibilities of this world and lengthen to the galaxies where only certain things are capable of happening. I have many dreams that roam my mind everyday, replaying like a song I myself put on, enjoying every note and powerful chorus. Some I know are possible, others I believe that one day if not here, will come true in another world so far out of reach that the human eye will never see.

My dreams?

1) To love with no worries or trust issues.
2) To understand how everything in this world works, between humans, animals, and every molecule that roams.
3) To finish my WIP and have it published.
4) To find a cure for my brothers diabetes.
5) To fly.
6) To read the entire Bible.
7) To hear every story out there.
8) To run with tigers.
9) To face my fear of the ocean.
10) To learn how to make candles.
11) To have everyone understand the key to immortality after life here on earth.
12) To see my darling dog Walter again.
13) To have three children.
14) To live outside the city, away from society only to become closer with nature.
15) To breathe under water.
16) To speak every language.
17) To banish child abuse, domestic abuse, and animal abuse.
18) To travel back in time.
19) To write my stories the exact way that they play in my mind.
20) For the voices to never leave.

Every dream is special and beautiful in its own way. It doesn't matter if they are possible here on earth or not, dreams should never have a limit.What are some of your dreams?

Ya? Adult? Where is the line drawn?

2009-12-03T17:22:00.000-08:00

I love writing YA. I love reading YA. It is more like an obsession.

Don't get me wrong, there are plenty of adult reads that I enjoy as well, YA just holds a special place in my heart. Now, here is my question, it came to me while reading Kissed by an Angel by Elizabeth Chandler (seriously a great read! Like you must own it! It's awesome!)

Okay, my question...

Where does the line draw between adult novels and YA novels?

How do we know what is too inappropriate and what is too young and adolescent? How much does it take to spill over the line into YA or Adult?

What about you? What do you think is too inappropriate for YA or what is simply just too naive and young for an Adult read? Where do you bloggers draw the line?

I am afraid.

2009-12-02T20:47:00.001-08:00

This post is merely meant for venting. The grammar may not be correct and it may not make sense to some of you, or maybe some of you will sit there and nod your heads, understanding every word that is being typed.

I am afraid. Afraid of my future and what life will define that I deserve. I love to write, it helps me escape a life that has been bestowed upon me. I love my characters, every single one of them, but what if...

What if I fail myself and them?

What if I can never finish this story, perfect its editing, land an agent, and of course have it printed in ink forever?

What if? What if? What if?

It is something I'm sure many writers fear from time to time, or maybe all of the time. The road ahead of me looks so long, dark, and confusing, not to mention I'm horrible with directions. Sometimes the fear is so intense that it takes over and I go into total self doubting mode. It is an internal-horrific pain that I try to shove in deep, but eventually it becomes like a stuffed closet that cannot hold anymore. Clothes and shoes and junk begin to bulge out and spread, creating such a mess it will take forever to pick up.

Every time I walk into Barnes and Noble and see the immense amount of wonderful literature around me, I feel overwhelmed, silently proud and in awe of every author in there. I am beginning to sense how much they had to work for their book to be on that shelf. If I could, I would purchase every single book there, only because there is not one story that does not deserve to be read.

I only hope that one day (even if it is just one reader) someone will understand my characters and know their story.

Because they need to be understood, they deserve to be heard.

I can only pray and hope that by magical intervention this will all fall into place and work.

For me and for them, especially them.

Holidays and a great BIG thankyou!

2009-12-02T14:22:00.000-08:00

First off, I'd like to say thank you to Kat O'keefee for taking the time out to explain her great outlining skills. Seriously, I read her post and I was nodding my head up and down, saying to myself, duh, why have I not been doing exactly that?

Check out her post and her snazzy blog!

Christmas is coming up and I already have that gift picking holiday spirit. October and November flew by and I'm looking forward to a nice, slow Christmas. What's on my list this year?

A shiny red Dell laptop!

Ah, I could finally abandon my computer (the one who picks which days and nights it wants to work) and ditch my annoying leather chair that I have no other choice but to sit on for hours. Yup, I can already picture my new laptop and I on my bed, writing away, surfing the web, and blogging!

What's on your Christmas list?

Beautiful verse.

2009-12-01T18:59:00.001-08:00

I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord. Plans to prosper you, and not to harm you. Plans to give you a hope and a future. -Jeremiah 29:11

Events

2009-12-01T11:48:00.001-08:00

Different events take place in our life everyday that will determine how we feel and what we will do next. When looking back at our life we picture and pick out the moments that made us who we are today, the events that sum up our life and how we got to where we are today.

Life is so much like a story.

Events take place in a setting, they generate images around us, they acquire action, and of course within the action, there is dialogue.

It is our job to find the events that take place within our characters life and choose which of those events we want to compose into a sequence that will show our readers a lifetime of the character, through events.

Now, how do we know which events to choose? What to put before or after?

We must know what we want from our story, we must know our purpose. With each event that I choose is there a purpose behind it? If my character goes through changes, do I have events to back up those changes?

Events in a story can create meaningful change in the life of our character. To make that change meaningful it must happen to our character, must arouse not just ourselves but the readers as well.

Hush, Hush and editing.

2009-11-30T17:30:00.000-08:00

After finishing Nano I told myself that I needed a week off from writing. I went to Barnes and Noble, deciding that a good read would ease my mind and maybe tighten the sponge my mind has become lately.

I picked up Hush, Hush, by Becca Fitzpatrick. I read it in one sitting, it was that good! Seriously, I haven't had a crush on a male character since...Edward
(I know, I know) but Patch is awesome, such a compelling angel let me tell you.

It was a fabulous book filled with mystery, romance, and the paranormal, which was just mind blowing. I cannot wait for Crescendo (the sequel) to release.

On another note, I miss my characters. I miss the heavenly literary abandon November brought me. I don't think I am going to be able to wait a whole entire week to get back to them. Especially my MC.

He haunts me constantly with his smile stretching across his russet skin and his knowing gray eyes that watch me willingly. Even his voice is clear, never leaving me alone. Ever since I was younger ( I mean my elementary, middle school stages) I have been writing everywhere and anywhere. My parents have boxes and containers where they have stored my childhood writing escapades. Funny thing is, every character I wrote about... was him.

He has always been my character and goodness I love him.

So I think I shall start editing because I cannot stand being away from them/him. Does anybody have any pointers or tips on good editing? Maybe a book that will guide me and help me? I heard Story by Robert McKee(Alyson Noel advised) is helpful but it is a book on screenwriting?

Any kind of help would be great, thanks!

Nano.

2009-11-29T09:18:00.000-08:00

It is November 29, 2009 and I have officially reached 50,507 words! I did it.
I started nine days late and finished a day early. This was no easy task, but every second, minute, and hour that I spent on this computer was worth it. Many prayers were installed while writing and it wouldn't have been possible without them *God is good*

Now the editing process. I think I will take a weeks break, to gather my thoughts and ideas. This has been such an overwhelming experience. Being lost for a month in my story, totally wrapped up in my characters, my mind constantly with them has built this joy inside of me. It has been one of the best times in my life.

So other Nanoers if you finished your novel... CONGRATULATIONS!! I know how difficult it must have been, but we did it. It is possible. Let's continue on our journey, I only see bright lights ahead for all of us!

And if you haven't reached the 50k marker, it doesn't matter. You still wrote something, a piece of a story that meant something to you, and that is more than many people have done or will ever do, so continue, don't stop till it is done!

Have a great day : )

2010 100+ reading challenge

2009-11-28T09:57:00.000-08:00

In 2010 I'm going into literary abandon by participating in the 2010 100 + reading challenge.

Want to escape reality for a year? Head over and join.

I will be adding my list over on my side bar as 2010 comes closer.

2010 debut author challenge

2009-11-28T09:09:00.000-08:00

Coming this 2010 I've decided to support debut others all together! How? By participating in the 2010 Debut Author Challenge.

Interested in supporting debut authors, just head over to the 2010 debut author challenge!

My list:
1) The Mark by Jen Nadol
2) Ana and the Boy Masterpiece by Stephanie Perkins
3) Paranormalcy by Kiersten White
4) Bleeding Violet by Dia Reeves
5) The Dark Divine by Bree Despain
6) The Secret Year by Jennifer R. Hubbard
7) Shadow Hills by Anastasia Hopcus
8) Whisper by Phoebe Kitanidis

I'll add more on my sidebar when I come across them.

You little queries.

2009-11-28T07:31:00.000-08:00

Oh, the infamous query discussion. It seems to be spreading around in the world of blogging so I figured I'd contribute. I have a good 5k to go on my novel, then of course it's editing, revising, character development, all of the good stuff.

Then hopefully sooner than later, my query journey will begin! This makes me excited, yet worried. I've read from many other writers how difficult the query journey is, what a long process it is. Some writers take longer to actually write the query than the novel! I cringed when I read this.

hearing all of these horror stories about queries, I had to ask my favorite professor(who is the author of The Sugar Island) about these little query monsters. Her answer?

Just keep your query simple, don't to have a conversation with the agent, they simply just want to know your story not how you're doing. Don't make it two pages long, they like it short and sweet.
Try to be brief and clear. Make sure your grammar is keen, and that the query captures the interesting-attention grabbing- parts of your story.

Oh, and include your word count!

So there you have it, a few tips from a published author. We can master these query letters, we can! (everyone chants)

Well, I'm heading back over to my word document where my MC is in a bit of a problem, you know how that is....

Feel free to leave your thoughts and tips about queries, your query horror stories, or hey, even your heavenly query stories! We all want to hear about the possible and the ones who did it!

Nano update.

2009-11-27T13:47:00.001-08:00

It is officially November 27, 2009. Nano update: 42,848

NanoWrimo will be over in a few days and I am almost there, pushing out every word that I can, focusing on every voice, and doing my utmost best to listen and to create.

Even though the dead line is coming to an end, let's not give up! Even if we don't make the 50k marker by November 30, let us write what we can and not stop, or get discouraged, because every story out there deserves a chance to be written and read.

GOOD LUCK Nanoers!!!!!!!!

Grateful.

2009-11-25T09:10:00.000-08:00

My house smells like pumpkin mix, cranberries, and gravy. All a result of my mothers prep-thanksgiving cooking madness. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining! I wish it smelled like this all year long, and since it sadly doesn't, I'm taking full advantage of it by constantly pocking my nose in the air, sniffing every few minutes.

Since it's almost thanksgiving I'm going to post fifteen different things I'm grateful for. This year has been quite great and I can't wait for the upcoming holiday excitements.

I can picture it now, all of the clear-anticipated ideas of the coming festivities...

Turkey.Pumpkin pie. Fried sweet potato pie. Stockings. Christmas tree. Ornaments. Milk and cookies (yes, I still place a plate for Mr. Claus) Rudolph earrings. Fire works. Great drinks. Family. Friends. Lovers.

Fifteen things I am jumping up and down grateful for!
1) My erratic family, whom I love.
2) My best friend, who understands me pretty much to the key.
3) My adorable bratty orange cat, who has made such a difference in our home.
3) My story, which is more alive than ever!
4) All of my new candles which have kept me company on long nights of endless writing.
5) All of the books that have told me sweet nothings about a boy and a girl.
6) On a serious note, my uncle surviving swine-flu.
7) Starbucks caramel creme brulee iced with soy milk.
8) French market coffee, for keeping me awake through endless nights and days.
9) All of the fellow writers who have taught me so much!
10) Being editor in chief for Cafe Cultura's literary magazine and being apart of such a great staff they're incredible!
11) Home-made french toast with vanilla apple strudel sauce.
12) Red hair dye.
13) Lovely inspiring blogs.
14) Prayer.
15) My special lake, for always enlightening me in new ways.

What are you grateful for this year?

Same.

2009-11-24T19:38:00.000-08:00

Humans.Birds.Dogs.Cats.Aliens.Dolphins.Fish.Lizards.Snakes.

The one thing each one of us have in common? Under our epidermis, behind a few muscles and bones lies a heart.
I believe the heart is such a gentle thing, yet, such a strong pumping machine that never gives up, continues to pump everyday...until of course, life takes its course.

The world and some people in it can be so cruel. It is sad in many ways, how most of us long for the same thing, to love and to be loved in return. To be accepted by the ones around us, to be treated with respect and the utmost kindness, and most of all we long to feel like we matter.

Yet, people are so naive and disturbingly selfish that they sometimes fail to see that we all want the same thing. That deep within us, under the skin, we all wish for these things. Our hearts long to feel these emotions that can be so easily given by others, so why not give them?

What makes me cringe and squirm is how a person can hurt a living, breathing, feeling, harmless, helpless animal. I believe animals are genuinely good and so much closer to God. They are pure and victims of the human race. The only thing they want is to be left in peace, loved, accepted, and cared for.

Just like us. So why? Why do we insist on hurting them? Who are we to judge how important their lives are?

Our hearts are a sacred part of us. So let us keep it that way, by considering others, by not judging who deserves what, and by understanding that we are all the same in the end and we all want the same thing.

Lake.

2009-11-23T17:34:00.000-08:00

A certain lake plays a big part in my story, a lake that is actually close to my home. Every time I pass by that lake, I picture my characters sitting there, talking amongst each other, playing out my story. It is a great feeling, a magical one at that. I am a big fan of writers who pick a place that means a great deal to them and portray that place in their story. It shines through the words and I can tell the passion is there and the love for that place lies deep within them.

When I walk on the sand of that precious lake my heart jitters and goosebumps flow over my skin, like little blissful stars, spreading their light over me. Everything about that lake has become a part of me and I cherish every little thing...

The way the wind always catches you when you inch closer to the water,
The warm sand beneath my feet and in between my toes,
The tons of geese and on special days, when the swans appear.
The escape that lake provided for me when I was younger,
probably the most priceless gift it has given me yet.

Hopefully readers will feel my passion for this lake through my words and it will remind them to love their surroundings, even when all seems gray. Maybe I can help them find one thing that sparkles in the mist of all the darkness.

What about you? Is there a place that has captured your heart?

Nano update and a thank you.

2009-11-22T21:58:00.000-08:00

Nano update: I wrote around a good 3k today, with the overall count being 36,400 words. This makes me insanely happy, and I cannot wait to finish, sigh deeply, and begin editing.

Oh, the super fun editing process!

Well, in this post I really wanted to just say thank you. To all of those who have sat and read my writing, critiqued me with honest advice, and have made me feel like I am on top of the world. My writing wouldn't be the same if not for these people.

So thank you! It means the world + the galaxy+ anything beyond to me!

I love you all!

By the way, I am currently reading, Shadowland, by Alyson Noel...Magical! Captivating! Simply a must buy!

Have a sweet night*

Broken by words.

2009-11-22T11:57:00.001-08:00

I was writing today, a scene where my character totally crashes, his body and mind fall short from breaking into tiny pieces that he may or may not ever be able to put back together. This hurt me a little, to see him go through such pain which is accompanied by desperation. It was difficult to write but I pushed forward, allowing myself to accept his current life.

How amazing and surreal, that a writer can feel such pain for someone in their story. That is one of the most beautiful aspects of writing, being able to see and feel for someone who is from another made-up world.

What an escape.

30k!

2009-11-21T01:57:00.000-08:00

Something wonderful and exciting just happened(well, maybe only exciting for me, but still!) I reached the 30k marker, writing 3,000 words tonight. I anticipate the day when my story will be complete, where my querying journey will begin, and hopefully (fingers crossed) when my story is in ink.

Characters, um, what are you doing?

2009-11-20T23:16:00.000-08:00

My writing was spiraling out of control, my characters were running in the opposite direction I planned for them to run. I tried to urge them to come back, to turn this way, but they refused. I was beginning to get frustrated and the negativity was swarming in like a strange mist that I was not used to nor enjoying.

This changed rapidly, though. I sat down tonight, said my little prayer and began entering their world. I will admit I was not jumping with excitement or joy, I didn't want to see my characters do these odd things nor make the mistakes they were making. But when the words started rushing out, with such force and pressure, once again they surprised me by tumbling, swirling, and jumping right back on track. With every word that came out a huge, shiny smile spread across my face, relief was my company now.

I realized that you have to trust your characters, your subconscious when writing. Don't deny what comes to you, don't try to change what you know should happen.

Sometimes we need to crawl through the dark tunnel of writing to find the well-deserved, shining light at the end. We need to write certain things that go against our taste, what we planned, to find our true story.

Writers Dream

2009-11-19T23:44:00.000-08:00

For the past two days, due to school and magazine duties, I have not been able to write one single word for nano. Funny thing is, even though my days and nights are busy, I miss them deeply (my characters). I cannot wait for the weekend to get here just so that I can sit down and say my ritual prayer before entering their world and writing my life away.

When I leave this world and enter theirs, it is a time of pure bliss and escape. I lose myself in their dilemmas, their love circles, and mostly their emotions. Throughout my day they constantly haunt me, stalk me, they are never quiet. I am used to this though, since middle school my characters have been apart of me.

Maybe that is why I care for them and love them deeply...

Because they have always been apart of me. I just hope that I am doing them justice and that one day readers will care for them just as much as I do.

Every writers dream.

I believe that is how we are all united as one, the writers I mean, for we all love our characters and think that they are the greatest people to every step foot on the pages of the difficult, insane, and wonderful storytelling madness.

Nano Wrimo; one of the many updates.

2009-11-16T22:02:00.000-08:00

NaNo Wrimo update: 22,967

It's incredible. I never want to stop writing. I have to force myself off the keyboard. My novel is turning into exactly what I wanted, thank you baby Jesus! Of course, this is only the first draft but I am content with it and that makes me smile.

So go first draft!

I am seriously excited for the release date of SHADOWLAND, by Alyson Noel. Her third book is hitting the stores tomorrow, November 17th! It is a must read for any YA paranormal/romance author.

Well, since I drank about three cups of coffee in order to stay up and write my life away, it's only about time that the coffee will wear out and the sleep deprived crash will hit.

It's hitting. Really bad.
Good night and I hope you dream of pretty boys and starry nights.

New ways.

2009-11-16T18:43:00.000-08:00

I used to have my blog on private, only because I had pieces of my novel posted on here, but I have removed every piece that is apart of my story. I was skeptical about doing this but honestly, you never know.

20k! 20k!

2009-11-14T22:20:00.000-08:00

20k WIP. 20,135 to be exact.

Thank you baby Jesus.

Goodnight. Volunteering at the Book Fair tomorrow.

Tiny preview of today's work:
I let myself fall, slide down the wall. It had hit me, everything, extremely fast. Still, I sat silently, no tears came. Oh, but there was the numbness, which was the top coating to the bleeding wound beneath the surface. No memories came to visit. It was just me and the pain

Little Light Shine.

2009-11-14T19:28:00.000-08:00

I have been super busy with Nano, so I haven't dedicated much time to blogging or writing anything other than my story. Tonight is different though. Tonight I will break the rules and draw outside the lines.

Somewhere in the vast-spacious coal black night I saw a shimmer.

It gleamed within the dark walls, the center was gold and bright, its edges flared, bounced up and down like flames.

I felt small in this hole, my breath would echo and I would whisper , hello, but no one answered, except that little light flickered.

I tested it, I said many words, my voice carried on and that little light danced, its edges spread and stretched with my words.

I smiled, and walked towards the light.

When I was silent it was still, a tiny dot in the deep realm.
When I'd call, it would shine, signal for me to come.

I had been lost-forgotten in this pool of crimson.

I had no answers, no full-proof plan on how I'd ever reach home.

I had no star to follow, no ray of light to chase.

I was in complete darkness, completely alone in this.

Till' I found that little unblemished light.

I reached it and at first, it was so bright, the light from that little light gave its all.

I shut my eyes, held out my hands in front of me to cover the blinding light.

Slowly, I tore open my forced lids and I saw you within that little light.

You were there, you hadn't forgotten me, you answered when I called, you led me home.

You were the star I had to follow.

You were the ray of light I had to chase.

Dim.

2009-11-13T16:54:00.000-08:00

Finally reached the 15k marker. Somewhat of a relief but I will feel a whole lot better when I reach the 20k marker. I must shower now and get ready to go see the new 2012 movie with my best friend and her special boy.

Throughout the entire movie, I know my mind will be else where, the crackling and chewing of popcorn and candy will tick away the time till' I am back here, back with them

I anticipate for that time, when the night is set and ready to stay, when my mind is back to where they are, where he is. I will listen for the clear voices, I will leave this room and go with them.
I will welcome the silence, the soft flickering of my candles in the dim light, the distance between the cellphone and I, the escaping..... and him.

How I anticipate to hear him.

Sad update.

2009-11-12T21:51:00.000-08:00

Nano Wrimo update: 14,310 words.

Blah. Blah. Blah.

Not happy at all, I practically only did a thousand and something words.

I vow, that this weekend, I will spend unlimited time with my characters.

No clue why tonight the words didn't flow as usual. I hesitated, questioned the voices twice. Maybe it is the drowning call for sleep, or the fact that one of my characters are currently upsetting me. Why is he being so stubborn, so idiotic?

Sigh.

coffeeeeee!

2009-11-12T20:43:00.000-08:00

Well, I procrastinated, and now....

I must drink at least two cups of coffee in order to max at least 2k tonight.

I have a feeling coffee will soon be my new best friend.

Yup, yup, yup.

JUST WRITE.

2009-11-11T21:36:00.000-08:00

Nano Wrimo update: 13,262 words.

I am pleased, but not completely content. My goal for tonight was 15k, but this will have to do, only because my mind is going hay-wire and is in the progress of turning into mush. For starting late, though, I have to admit, I have caught up nicely (Insert pat on the back here).*

I realized something tonight, which I always subconsciously knew, but it hit me directly this time around. I write better at night. I don't know why, I just do. Maybe its the calmness the night offers, the quite remote time, or maybe the voices are nocturnal.

I received some very good advice from a former blogger. It has to be the best advice an aspiring- tired, frustrated,anxious- author could ever receive.

JUST WRITE.

no matter what happens, your characters are going crazy, your plot is backwards, your MC decides he's a werewolf now, your ending should be your beginning, whatever may happen:

JUST WRITE.

Sigh. Finally, the easy solution I have been waiting for. I was starting to think there were no solutions in writing, let alone an easy one.

I'd like to thank God and my huge cup of coffee for helping me stay up and write tonight. I really am grateful!

L.B

2009-11-10T21:50:00.000-08:00

"To achieve great things, two things are needed: a plan, and not quite enough time."
- Leonard Bernstein.

Still typing, still imagining, still taking my musings and molding them into scenes. I've drank at least two cups of coffee in order to stay up and write. I intend on spending my 'no school' day tomorrow, glued to this chair, eyes plastered on the computer screen.

Thanking my imagination that writer's block hasn't hit yet

Back to Amber.

Nano update

2009-11-09T21:15:00.000-08:00

My Nano Wrimo update:

After three hours of non stop typing and persistent voices chattering in my head, I wrote a good
5,810 words. More scenes are rushing in and the voices never leave, so I'm used to that, but sadly my bed is calling me... it keeps saying my name and it's too tempting to resist.

I'm extremely wired and excited for this. This is the exact push that I needed to finish my story. Scary thing is that , that little annoying ounce of fear still lingers in the back of my little mind.

Can I really write a 50k novel in 21 days?

Maybe by God's grace and diving intervention.

NaNoWriMo

2009-11-09T18:06:00.000-08:00

Okay, well, I found out from another blog about NaNoWriMo and honestly, it scared me. Scared me to the point where I wanted to exit from the screen pronto. Yet, I still signed up...nine days late! But that's okay! Me and millions of others are setting out on a voyage of writing a 50k novel in 30 days...

Yeah...

In my case 21 days.

November is going to be one insane month filled with words, scenes, settings, characters, all that good stuff.

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.

Novel.

2009-11-08T19:37:00.000-08:00

Writing a novel is probably one of the most difficult things I have ever attempted to do. See, I love my characters- I simply adore each and everyone of them to the core. They are very real to me. To put them on paper, to duplicate them exactly isn't easy. Oh, but it is satisfying to have them here, to have them within me.

I just hope that I do them justice. I pray that my story will meet their needs and that I can bring them, their lives, and their story to life. Because their story needs to be told, even if one person reads it and understands them and how wonderful they are...

Then I will be the happiest person.

Ezra

2009-11-03T11:20:00.000-08:00

In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.

- Ezra Pound

Hollow's night.

2009-10-30T13:20:00.000-07:00

"Its always been just you and me, you know." She smiled and looked at me from under her lashes, blinking twice and my eyes curved at their edges, smiling for me. The cool breeze passed by patiently, not in a rush of any sort and we sat there at the edge of the lake watching each tiny ripple soothe on by. Her fingers played with the sand and she gathered portions, allowing them to slip through her fingers, I mimicked her.

"Did you have a good Halloween," she asked without looking at me, her eyes flickered back and forth from the water to the sand. I pressed my lips together and replayed the night over in my head, cringing at some places-internally smiling at others.
"It's tough to say," I admitted, which was the truth in every sense. It was hard to decide whether the bad moments out did the good or if the good ones out did the bad. It was a mix of the two.

"Yeah.." She trailed off as her hands reached into the small pocket of her black cardigan, with them she pulled out a tiny caramel candy.
"You want it?" Her eyes were questioning and I shook my head reassuring her that it was hers, she could have it.
She unwrapped it carefully, sticking the empty wrapping back into her pocket and curving her lips around the caramel, I watched and the faint smell from the candy reached me.

She chewed carefully, tasting every bit of the smooth caramel and her eyes widened, suddenly surprised, "I have something for you!" She said once again reaching into her pocket. I waited, a bit confused, she got me something for Halloween? Really? I felt a ping of guilt for I didn't get her anything.
"Here," she handed me a tiny smooth square, its edges were hard-rimmed with a dark green coating and the picture on the square was of a deep, dark lake, and the sky was painted deep blue, resembling a magical night with tiny white and yellow stars.

"I don't know what you can use it for but it reminded me of our lake, I had to grab it for you." She waited for my response, lips parted into a smile.

I sat quietly, taking in the small-hard-smooth square. I turned it in my hands and it felt cold but soothing.

"It's beautiful," I whispered, looking over at her. That's when my body took a chance, leaning forward just a tad-slowly progressing closer to her, when her eyes turned from excitement into confusion. I stalled. Realization of my current action kicked in and I forced my body back into place with the gift still in my hands.

Thunder.

2009-10-28T21:27:00.000-07:00

A silent thunder shattered the night sky, making it appear like broken glass as linear cracks separated the shock of light from the clear night.

It was a destructive, yet, silent beauty, the way the sky lit up in sections and how the rest of the vast night was serene- untouched.

Equinox.

2009-10-24T18:28:00.000-07:00

Night and day were of equal lengths, stretching long and far- mirroring each other.
The simplicity of it all was the result of one day, how one day made a change- joined two differences and created one alluring unity.

Within that unity I could feel the intimacy-the acceptance to collide and represent time together. Not fighting over who shall shine or darken- the willingness was overpowering- eye opening.

My dream, and maybe it is a foolish dream, is for the world to be like the equinox; to collide in equal lengths and to create our own unity, with such a willingness that is irrevocable.

New Moon soundtrack.

2009-10-18T17:46:00.000-07:00

Bought the new soundtrack!
It's awesome, definitely worth the buy.

Bewitch

2009-10-18T09:58:00.000-07:00

You don't see what it is that you bewitch.
A beauty so stormless and serene.
It puts the day sky to shame and invades the night, making all the stars surrender to you.
All of the wonders that you bewitch alter like the dawn of day and the twilight of night.
Blurring in and out, your imperfections so remarkable-so clear to me.

Dwelling place.

2009-10-17T12:52:00.000-07:00

This.

2009-10-16T15:01:00.000-07:00

(This is not meant for anyone-just fun fiction.)

I waited, because you told me I had good reason to.
I held on, because you told me I should, we are meant to be, it's clear, you said.

I still remember every word, every expression your face played.
I was happy, light, and carefree; your words did that to me.

I know life takes it's course, it's only natural for things to change, but I wasn't expecting this.

You should stop, stop waiting, giving me so many chances. Your words now confuse me.

Stop holding on to whatever we are, whatever this is. I cringed, when you referred to our love as this.

You tricked me it seems, and I'm used to being betrayed, tricked, just not by you.
You robbed me of my innocence, played with my mind.

Fine, was all that I could say to you at the moment.

You made my hopes rise, through the sky, past the moon. You cheated me in this game of yours, or whatever this is. I see you different now, my whole perspective on you was illusive. You're quite the con.

That's what I should have told you, the words just didn't come, didn't flow as easily, and I'll be honest, they still don't.

It's not easy to admit i was taken as a fool.

But wait, it doesn't end there, not just yet.

I have something in store for you, it's a surprise.

You'll just have to wait and see.

It's obvious you didn't pay as close attention to my words as I did to yours.

Once someone messes with my head, I turn...into something that I shouldn't. I clearly remember my words, my warning to you.

I turn cold, and all the guilt leaves, all the- oh, I feel so sorry for him- thoughts vanish.
Yeah, I remember telling you that. You nodded your head, agreeing you understood.

You want to play games? (sigh) I guess you never heard that I was good at games, they're my specialty.
I hope you're ready for THIS.

A Hollows Halloween.

2009-10-14T20:28:00.000-07:00

A Halloween contest for all readers out there!

If you haven't read the Hollow by Jessica Verday, you're definitely missing out! Don't be left out in the cold anymore! By clicking below and signing up, you can win five sets of her haunting novel.

Link:
http://lesserkey.blogspot.com/2009/10/great-hollow-giveaway.html

Reckless.

2009-10-12T21:44:00.000-07:00

"Maybe one day well be free of this life, well get to do the things that we used to do, before the madness kicked in and went into overdrive." I said letting my eyes fall. He laughed and held me, the way that I love, and I smiled too.
"You have quite the ambition," he kissed my forehead and rested his chin on the top of my head. I was quiet then, enjoying the security and the familiar-recently lost-serene moment. I wanted to just stay here, maybe not forever, but until this chaotic time was over.

We could wait here, let time pass, we would be okay-safe here.

"Ambition is putting it lightly," I admitted, and lifted my head and looked at him, his eyes were calm and I could tell that within them there was meaning; a meaning that I would figure out one day, allow myself to become vulnerable and personal with.

"Ambition is for the reckless," he said and that made me grin.

"Seems to suit me," I playfully said and shurgged, my eyes fell to his chest and I leaned closer.

He laughed and tangled his hands in my hair. We stood there entwined in each others arms, waiting for the time to come when it would be me and him again in my room, talking for hours about everything but this suffocating, endless time .

Amen.

2009-10-11T21:11:00.000-07:00

&& well do this together, the way it's meant to be.
It's just you and me God.

Amen.

Pain for him.

2009-10-11T20:59:00.000-07:00

I sulked in the pain, licking my lips at its taste. It drove me wild, seriously insane.
I felt alive, my fingers jammed against the table, then came the hair gripping.
Ripping, tearing pain pulsated through my skin and I breathed hard, curling my toes in delight.

If only this pain would never ease, but throb on end.

Then, it would create the blackout I thirst for.
I could remain oblivious to my life, and live only in pain.

To concentrate on this feeling alone is easy, pain is easy.
Dealing with my life? That's hard.

"Bring on the pain."

JV.

2009-10-09T17:34:00.000-07:00

Today was an especially funny day. I love my best friend and her cousin, really, they are genuinely great people. I wish I can come up with a less cliche word for great, but I have a huge headache. I'm super excited that it's fall!!!! Probably one of my favorite times of the year, including Christmas. I wish that Miami was just as pretty in the fall as it is in Springfield. It's gorgeous over there this time of the year. Well, I wrote this post not to talk about the fall and what not, but to promote Jessica Verday! An insightful YA paranormal romance author,who I do look up to. She has a Q&A on her blog, every author wants the attention and for their readers to hear them out.

So go read her interview! It's entertaining and interesting! I promise!
http://jessicaverday.blogspot.com/

I cannot wait for Abbey's necklace design and perfumes to come out!
Also, if you have yet to read THE HOLLOW, what are you doing? GO READ IT, NOW!

Child.

2009-10-08T20:45:00.000-07:00

These little pages bounded together made me a very happy child.

Till then

2009-10-08T20:13:00.000-07:00

When my time comes, I will go without a fight in me, but my time has yet to come. I belong here with her, and there's still our life to complete, people to love, and certain occurrences to end. Till then, I'm here. - Dean Koontz

Right there.

2009-10-06T19:31:00.000-07:00

I didn't even know you were there, all along by my side.
I didn't even feel you around, notice your existence.

Oh, but yes, you were there.
All along right there.

Numbness for the living.

2009-10-04T22:38:00.000-07:00

Till this day I think of everything. Everything that has ever happened, images constantly play in my head, pieces of different Polaroids flash in and out. The most unfair part? The part that sucks the most? Is the memories that I want to keep, want to hold on to, fade quickly, never stay long, barely come.

But the other images, the other memories that I would give anything to ban, to just simply send to hell, always come, always stick, and make themselves a part of me.

Then there's the numbness.

The state of total ease. Where I feel nothing, remember nothing, know nothing. The only thing that I am sure of is that I'm still alive, still capable to live, and in this state, when all is at peace within me, I see a glimpse-a moment of clarity- that I can change, run my life. Get through this, and get out.

With him.

2009-10-04T15:06:00.001-07:00

Lovely.

Stuck.

2009-10-03T16:30:00.000-07:00

"Sometimes, no, all of the time, life is... hard. We fall. We don't get up. We stay put, stuck."

Yellow white.

2009-09-28T13:02:00.000-07:00

"Just listen. Listen carefully." He whispered to me, his warm breath coated my ear, and I shuddered as a million and one goosebumps rose on my arms and I caught my breath, not wanting to miss one word he was about to say.

"The moon, look at it." I tore my gaze from the ground, my eyes went from the grass, to the mid sky, to the moon. It was full and colored a yellow white. I stared at it and he placed his hands on my shoulders, gently moving one finger over my skin.

"It's beautiful," I shyly whispered and I could feel- just because we have that sort of bond, where I know what he's doing without even looking at him- that he was staring at the moon too. In that moment, we were both connected. Not just by our lives, and its absurdity, and not just by a love that never falters or dies, but by life and everything that it carries and offers to us.

He lifted his finger from my shoulder and barely touching me, he passed it over the skin on my neck and I felt okay... actually okay. I felt at peace and I knew within that moment, that he loved me and that all along I loved him too.

He had been there for me when all else failed. He knew me like no one else did, not even my own parents understood everything that went on in my head and life.

He did.

He sacrificed so much for me, and even after it all, and even for what was about to come, I knew that he would still be here. I came first to him, there was no I with him. There was only me. God has given me a life that i don't understand, and probably never will comprehend, but in exchange, he has given me him.

"Lets not go home, lets just stay here tonight." He broke my train of thoughts, and it was as if he read my mind, knew exactly what I was thinking. I smiled and without turning to him, keeping my sight on the moon I said, "lets."

So we stayed there, his arms around me, and both of us staring up into the sky, escaping our life and its absurdity.

Our world.

2009-09-26T22:53:00.000-07:00

Our life is strange, alien, basically foreign to them, && by them I mean the world and the people it carries.

But to us?

Were just living life, day by day, night by night.
This is normal, sane, and completely common to us.

But to them?

It's unbelievable, questionable, and seriously insane.

There's only been a few, who are not from our world, who except us, and understand us.
&& in return we love them, respect them, and cherish them.

Why?

People like that don't come around often, never actually.

&& for those who question us, make us feel just like aliens...

well, can we blame them?

So here it is, I don't care.
I don't care who says what anymore.
Accept us or not, we are who we are.

I am who I am.

Our world, is exactly that, ours.
We didn't choose this life, not even close.

But here we are, together, living this life.

So lets stop wishing for something else, lets stop hating ourselves, and lets look at what we do have...

Each other.

&& that's more than what some of them have.

So lets live this alien, strange, foreign, unbelievable, questionable, seriously insane life.
Together.

Deep within me.

2009-09-26T19:07:00.000-07:00

Dear you,

I still love you.

Deep within me, I know it's true.

I can still feel you here with me, within me I can feel your touch, your simplicity.
I still hear your voice, within me your words still play, your song never pauses, never dies down.
I see you when I close my eyes, within me your image hasn't become a memory, because I have yet to forget you.

I still love you.

Deep within me, I know it's true.

I will never set you free, and even if I were to set you free, let you be, I know that you'd come back to me, grace me with your presence, your pure existence.

I can't imagine me without you.

You're all i want
You're all i need.
You're all I have.
You're all I see
You're all I love
You're my all, my bitter-sweet, my bliss, my irrevocable dedication.

I still love you.

Deep within me, I know it's true.

Animals.

2009-09-21T20:24:00.001-07:00

Tonight, while we (my family & I) were having our usual nightly dinners, a weird -actually, really creepy- cat jumps up on our windowsill outside. My first reaction was, is that my cat? But no. It was a stray, and it wasn't long before my cat noticed him and jumped up on the windowsill from the inside and there they were having a staring contest.

They sat there for hours, literally hours! They were so fascinated with each other. Both of them were so close, yet so far away. Still, they sat there and mimicked each other, meowed, and sometimes they would just sit and enjoy each others company. Two cats from very different life's, yet they still accepted each other and appreciated one another in a way. It's funny how animals are so amazed by the smallest things. They're so easy to please, yet people are just the opposite. Nothing is ever good enough for us, and we can never have too much. Animals accept each other so easily, with no judgment in their mind. People though, we are walking-flesh-judging machines.

I think we can learn from animals, how to appreciate one another and how not to judge, but to love.

Please run.

2009-09-19T08:59:00.000-07:00

"Wait, just please, wait," my eyes spoke for me as I pleaded with her. She didn't even look at me, her eyes fell to the floor and she pressed her lips together with her arms crossed in front of her. I searched her desperately. I wanted to look into her eyes, wanted to see the real her.

"Leave," she said coldly, still looking to the ground.

I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, my body felt numb, and my heart pounded slowly but strongly, each beat bashing against my chest. She looked over at me now and her eyes seemed foreign to me. All of the light and the bliss and the sheer beauty that used to be in them, was gone.
They held anger and disgust and hate in them now, and I cringed at the way she looked at me.

"Leave," her lips parted slowly, and her stare didn't fall. It felt as if my breathing stopped, and I wanted to reach out to her, wanted to tell her I'm sorry, that she is all I want, all I need. I felt the words at the tip of my tongue, but something held me back, something told me to stay quiet.

Say it! I yelled at myself over and over again. Before it's too late, just say it! The words wanted to jump out of my throat and pour out of my mouth and into her mind. Then fear greeted me. What if she didn't want me? What if I wasn't all she needed? I pressed my lips together and as hard as it was for me to do this, I did, and why, I don't know. I just did. I tore my stare away from hers and it felt like every limb in my body was just torn. I turned away and began to walk, and maybe it was just me, or maybe it was the fact that me and her had that bond, where we just knew when one was happy, sad, or mad.

I felt her crying behind me, I felt her tears pouring down her face. I wanted to turn around, wanted to hold her, and tell her it was okay, that I was here. Just walk, my mind told me coldly, numbly.

A part of me wanted so badly, dreadfully, for her to call my name, to run after me.
I turned my head slightly and from the corner of my eye she still stood there.

No one would run after anyone tonight.

Undying love.

2009-09-14T09:20:00.000-07:00

If all else fails, he will be there.
If love should fail me now, he will be there to mend me.
If life should twist and turn, he will be there to pull me in the right direction once again.
If life should knock me down, he will be there to catch me when I fall.

If..If..If..

There are no ifs with him.

He is solid, a wall that cannot be knocked down.

He is forever divine, and eternally mines.

He is not fragile, flimsy, nor questionable.

He is secure.
He is my purpose, what keeps me going everyday.
What lifts up my spirits, high enough to reach the sky, past the clouds, to see God's face and to live in his grace.

He believes what I believe.
His heart matches mine, almost as if it was cloned, beats in the exact same sync as mine.
He is my gift from God, my very own personal dream come true.

He is something of a miracle, something so unbelievable.
This feeling is so natural, not one thing forced upon it.
This love is indescribable, unreal, and only two words can even come close to describing what he is to me, and what my love for him would have to be,

Undying love.

He will forever be apart of me, forever live in me.
Day by day we shall walk, side by side.
Night by night we shall sleep, dreaming of each other till death do us part.
For that is when our love will pause, when death takes its course, and there is that change from life to death, then after, when all is rekindled, I will find him once again and love him till eternity's time.

There is no limit to us, no time that can measure us, it just simply doesnt exist.

It's just a forever kind of thing.

Good-bye moment, hello to him.

2009-09-12T11:21:00.001-07:00

I feel the moment pass me by, but yet, I still hold myself back.
I don't run after it, don't chase it off the edge.
My turn at love, I let it pass me by.

It's not what I want.
It's not what I long for, what I'd die for.
It lacks one thing, one thing that I know would complete me.

Him.

He is not the one that I want, the one that I dream of, the one that I cry for, the one that I desperately want and need.

He is not him.

I should feel something, anger...fear...sad...guilt...anything at all, but I don't.
I feel trapped, stuck, and most of all, in a sort of daze.

There is only one thing that is clear to me, one thing that I see, and that is him.
As I stand there, eyes closed, and body still, I picture him.
He is so vivid, a wonderful something that is breathtaking in every sense.
He ignites my senses, sends chills up and down my spine.

I catch my breath and hold it in, struggle to not let it go.
I want this moment to last, to never end.
To live with this image of him in my mind is a wishful thing- a- forever-kind-of-thing- for me.

Then, when I let go, when I let out that breath- the one that I held onto for dear life.
He fades and my eyes shoot open, searching desperately all around me.

I call for him,
I plead for him,
I beg for him.

Then, when all seems faithless and hopeless, a quick, yet, worthwhile glimpse of him comes to mind.

I hear his voice whisper to me, I'm here, softly he trails off, just hold on, he says.

HOLD ON... I repeat his words over and over again.
HOLD ON... I clench my hands together, feeling them shake uncontrollably.
HOLD ON... I cry, I let out heaps of pain as I wait.
HOLD ON... I pray, that maybe one day, one day it will be me and him.

In whatever sense that may be, it doesn't matter.
The only thing that matters is that we're together.
Forever written in INK, to never be erased.

One day, one day, one day.
I just have to hold on.

Ending.

2009-09-08T20:03:00.000-07:00

I was finishing 'The Hollow", a novel by Jessica Verday, and was shocked by the ending. Well, maybe not shocked, but more like perplexed. I didn't understand why Verday would end her story with such an ending.
Then, I stopped judging, stopped wondering, and thought back, and reviewed my own characters in my head, and I realized, that their choices, thoughts, and actions are completely out of my control. They are beyond my reach and no where within my grasp.

Funny thing is, not everyone can or will ever understand what I just wrote.
They make think they do, but no, they don't.
Not everyone understands what its like to have a connection with a character you created.
To hear their voices in your head.
To see their life right before your eyes.
People can imagine what its like, but only some know.

halo.

2009-09-07T11:58:00.000-07:00

God is good.